Page 114 of Bewitch

His hand is back on my throat, and when he rubs his thumb along my skin, caressing me, I squeeze my eyes shut.

We’ll never get past this.

This will be our last time.

It really is goodbye.

A single tear drops down my cheek, maybe touches his finger.

He halts.

Okay, so it definitely hit his finger then, I assume.

My eyes open, and the look he’s giving me…

He’s not angry anymore.

Slowly, he brings his hand up to cup my face as he leans down over me. His lips press against mine.

It’s not a greedy kiss.

It’s needy.

Tender.

Simple.

Chaste even.

The emotions behind it have completely altered from before when he wanted to possess and punish me.

I melt entirely, giving myself over to him, my body and my soul. He kisses away the tear, and then the kiss he gives me next steals my soul. His lips press against my neck, and my heart skips a beat. His movements with his cock have slowed considerably, but he still enters me just as deeply. The movement is gentler now, and the feeling building within me loves this so much more.

I’m not sure who initiates it, but we roll over, and now I’m on top of him. I’m not quite sure what to do, and I continue to kiss him. His hands rub up and down my back, massaging me yet still claiming me even if he’s not being barbaric about him. My entire body burns for him.

Fearing I’ll suffocate if I continue to kiss him, I push back on his chest, and the shift causes his cock to press against a particular spot inside me that forces the orgasm from me right then and there. I whimper, letting a few more tears fall as I continue to ride him, slowly going up and down.

“Dawn,” he murmurs.

“Lucas, I…”

I can’t say the words, so I use my lips not for words but to kiss him, and I speed up just enough to make him grip me, his legs shacking, his body trembling as he orgasms.

The moment he stills, I shift to the side, letting him come out of me. His arm curls around me, holding me against him.

“I hope I was better than that other guy you were with,” he says.

I lift up, elbow on the bed, hand supporting my head as I quirk an eyebrow. “Is that a hint of jealousy in your tone?”

“I don’t want you to be with anyone else.”

“Is that your way of asking me out?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. And what if I told you that I’m ovulating right now?”

His eyes widen. “Ah…”

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